The Unvisited House

Dr Sudhansu Dash

I know the secrets now

That has the youngs

It tells me what I dared not to think

When my blood was strong

It had drowned a lover once.

Now sounds like an old song.

I managed to tolerate the solitude

None is alive today

To listen the stories that I know

Words were but the wasted breaths

One word  only she had  was dear to me

“The next winter would be death”

The sight of the incompanionable ghost

Wild with divinity had lit up the whole room

The heart grew brutal from the fire

More a substance in the enmity

Than in the love

Of making an unvisited house.

A dialogue with my Shadow

Dr.Sudhansu Dash

The sweet emotion running in its veins

The salty breath has enough of sorrow before its death

Tasted by the time

Standing at the corner

All painless insult heaped upon him

Exiled from all dead and gone

To cry all the loneliness and pain.

No passion to escape the fearful shape of its own

From the cracks of the glass

From the ancient faces of the rain beaten stones

Before it is well finished.

Your life overflows without any ambitious pain

To choose whatever shape you desire

Flexible in its own merit of happiness

The empty sea-shell jumping out

From the inherited glory of the obscure dark sea

The arms and fingers spreading wide

Just to embrace nothing

Nothing but stillness can remain

When the heart is full of its own sweetness

You turn away and shut the doors

I wonder when I see

How many times you have my worthlessness.

Standing Under an Open Sky

Dr Sudhansu Dash

The sky is welded together without a joint

Holding the hearts through long periods of separation

Making us tolerant of each other’s convictions

Gathered from many years

Exchanging the words lazily.

Each of us follows a silence

The day ends with the  brilliant stillness of an unselfish belief

Under a benign and unstrained light of the short day

That comes and departs forever.

Faces turn foreign to one another

In the mystery of the unknown

Perhaps they are men enough

To face the darkness in the heart of a wild man.

The strength arising from the weakness of the other

The green flames crossing each other

We are fated to hear the inconclusive experience

In the deepening night upon the sleepless river

To look for hours and lose the self

In stitching the words with downcast eyes

In the map of a blank space.

The Guide

Dr Sudhansu Dash

The boat full of emptiness

Floating on the trust

In the immeasurable depth of the river

Not to be sunk any moment

Growing in the safety palm

In the absented presence of somebody

Moment to moment

The yellow leaf clinging to the mother tree

May fall down any moment

But

Carries the unseen signature of the deep love

Printed   faithfully in the core of the heart.

The pride of being his own

The pleasure of belonging to him

Cannot be claimed by any

That he possesses from time infinite.

Sometimes dying into the generous depth of the eternity

To collect some pearls

To distribute to the surface

Just others to know

What a miracle a trust can do.

The GUIDE

Looks from the distance

That his creation blossoms to spread the fragrance

For a further creation.

A Tamed Madness

Dr Sudhansu Dash

My feelings are tired

But

There is a willingness to do something

Which is not there.

What kind of madness it is

Moving my pen to the future?

There is something to be taken notice of

That has remained quiet in the neglected present.

All alphabets are in the game of friendship

Understanding, not- understanding and misunderstanding

Each as close to the other but helplessly separate

The world comes down

That has never existed

Nor shall ever be the same

Sailing through its effortless innocency

Towards an undetermined end.

There is nothing to be said about it

Except some numbers and alphabets of the cross road

Asking about the names of persons and things

In a thousand and one ways.

At the end of the day all numbers end

And darkness waves around the eyelids.

Let’s be Strangers

Dr.Sudhansu Dash

Close your eyes

Open again

What use pretending friends

While the smoke of sweet enemy flowing in our veins.

Come across my heart

Drive a knife.

You will find the smell of a hypocritical blood

In the sip of a coffee from an imported cup.

For heaven’s sake

Let not compel a ‘bad trust’ to be a thread

Between us

Close your eyes again

Just to know

We are strangers to one another

The yellow leafs of the stormy sky

No storm, no rain

When we close the eyes

In the forest of humans

All is dark and invisible.

The Stolen Smile of a Mother

Dr,Sudhansu Dash

In the silence of the orphan blind child

The earth clasped that night

The voice echoed the earth, the sky and the ocean

Mother!

Give a little space in your virgin womb

The son of the heaven to come.

Lips trembled

Tears rolled down the cheeks

The bosom rose and fell

The mother stood erect at the heaven.

O Heaven!

Give me the word

How long shall my child climb the cross?

How long shall he bleed?

Is he to die eternally for others?

O heaven

 Feel a mother just for a moment

You may not know

An empty bosom is more painful than the labor pain.

Give me back my child

I will hold him close to my milk bowl

No more can he carry the cross

No more can he bathe the blood

No more of me he will be born

Excuse me, O Heaven

I am barren

No space for him in the womb

Hold back your words